But it is smaller than I had pictured. The guide (s) took us to different places and threw enough monologues at us that I grew very sleepy.
Mostly it was rooms, different ones where sections were defined by those velvet ropes on brass stands. Some woman I couldn’t see kept interrupting the guides to ask leading questions about this or that. She had her own instructional monologues. One man (Drink Coke Zero) who smoked (Camel) unfiltered cigarettes with us smokers on a break in a small courtyard (Buy Blue Bunny Ice Cream) had a good voice for his section of the tour and once when I sleepily went from one section to another and left my pack of (Camel Filtered Cigarettes) at the table, he silently went behind me to the next section of the tour and made sure I got them back. He smiled solicitously and made me sick.
The tour of the Sistine Chapel was something I looked forward to (“Anticipation” by Carly Simon plays over a ketchup commercial) and it was taking forever. We were warned in advance that no smoking was allowed and I’m thinking “No shit, lady, us smokers ain’t allowed to smoke nowhere anymore,” because people choke and cough for miles away and I swear you can hear them, or, if they see you light up, they whine, “Oh no, I’m allergic to cigarette smoke,” and you look and they’re all the same, morbidly obese women with suicide blonde hair, yoga pants and a fucked-up attitude…
We were also not to carry any cell phones (Get the new Samsung 360 for only 2,300 dollars and a fifty-five-year contract while this sale lasts), paper clips (Office Depot) or pens (Paper Mate Wright Brothers Pens available in Eckerd’s, Dart Drugs, Read’s Drug Store and Montgomery Ward) and oh jeez shut up already. What did they think we were gonna do, graffiti Michaelangelo’s shit? Make paint chips fall off the walls with Wi-Fi signals? Steal panels by paper-clipping them inside our coats?
The subject of some obscure dead dude who predicted all the names of the popes ending with Francis came up. The theories that Pope Leo XIV is the last one and the third prophecy of Fatima were being discussed at sleep-inducing length. I thought, this was supposed to be a tour.
Instead I was getting half-history, half-conspiracy theories poured straight into my brain by an opening in my skull I never even knew was there ((Ask your doctor if Ketamine is right for you)).
But (((Get Boar’s Head deli meats!))) whatever I was hearing, it seemed like I could never see the speaker. Their voices were always behind me. That just didn’t seem right.
Then, in a section marked off with large white ribbons or crepe paper (Party City has everything you need for your next indoctrination) hundreds of school children on some sick field trip were filling steel fold-up chairs in front of us. One youth was carrying an Igloo container full of grape (Yeah, Kool-Aid’s here, bringing you cheer) drink. He offered a cup to a kid who did that weird punk shrug in defiance. I decided I hate kids on the spot. Rebellious wastrels with a diminished respect for free speech who then turn out to spout the worst, most mindless crap you ever heard because they watch Tik Tok all day and eat shrooms (Fresh Portabello mushrooms at your neighborhood Giant, only 10.99 a pound!) or sneak (Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer) into their bedrooms and brag in school the next day that they drank a six pack last night even though one can of warm hick beer had them puking for an hour. They’re stupid. They’re limpets mom will never see move out.
Sometimes things don’t work out. The tour ended without the Sistine Chapel.
By then I was so weary that all I wanted was a smoke (Come to where the flavor is. Come to Marlboro Country!) and some sleep.
I did, however, find myself in a small connecting corridor looking for the Men’s room. I had to go.
Now, I don’t care for conspiracy theories, which is why I lampooned the really sick ones about The Brady Bunch and Gilligan’s Island, so if you want, you can read those. Conspiracy theories are a waste of time because they’re usually absurd and paranoid in nature, and can neither be proved nor disproved because people don’t listen to the truth, they’d prefer a lie any day.
Faked “evidence” is all over the place on the Internet and stacks at libraries, if there are any of those left.
The recent flood of conspiracy theories including the resurgence of the Apollo moon landings make me sick. Look, if you don’t believe they happened then that’s your decision. Remember, though, it’s a choice.
And remember that we have all chosen to believe lies before. Sometimes, we just didn’t know. But sometimes we were staring straight down the throat of the truth, and along came some Fox TV special about mysterious black boxes in cars that made them crash or lead police into high-speed chases. And of course, the one about Stanley Kubrick faking the moon landings with NASA.
I’m not going to bother with that crap. If you want to believe that hundreds of people kept those a secret, that nobody talked, goody. But it is truly stupid.
And another thing.
While subliminal advertising may have or maybe just once been rumored to exist and work, and could even be in use today, there’s no reason to believe it does work, or is necessary at all, when real commercial ads have you craving KFC at two in the morning when nothing is open and the only KFC you know of is 75 miles away.
Oh, and the Vatican tour?
About that: I don’t care about the archive rumors. I don’t care for Dan Brown’s novels. I don’t care about Catholic-Nazi collaboration in WW 2. I don’t care if the church made a deal with the Devil in Hell himself, if, in the end, it saved innocent lives, or even if it didn’t but was intended to, then I at least can understand that. Whether you or I approve makes no difference; it’s done. Long ago, done and over.
I think the Catholic Church does make one mistake, though.
In the grand trappings of the priests, bishops, cardinals and the Pope, there’s nothing holy. They’re just men, and Jesus never said for his disciples to stand out like that. He did pronounce words to the Pharisees, describing them as whitewashed on the outside but on the inside being full of dead men’s bones. That’s a pretty big deal.
His ministry was humble. Simple. He offered hope in a land where little was to be found under Rome’s hobnailed boots. He gave us all the promise that faith would be rewarded to those who believe and hold out to the end. But of gold and silver candlesticks, paintings and painted ceilings and walls with images, he would repeat that none of it was holy, none of it would get anyone into Heaven, and that works mean nothing next to faith.
Trappings of wealth or status are horrifying to me and that’s why I loved Francis. He didn’t live in Vatican City or wear the ridiculous Halloween costume (Party City has all your cosplay and Halloween party needs!) of tradition.
My tour of The Vatican was a miserable one. Maybe.
Or maybe I awoke at 03:47, accidentally ingested two Blue Bunny Ice cream sandwiches, chased them with a cup of Columbian brew, and turned on a documentary about the prophecy of the popes, put my headphones on and fell back asleep, forgetting about auto play and sleeping listlessly through programs about the Vatican, Nostradamus, and Catholic Church conspiracy theories.
No wonder the voices sounded like they were behind me.
So the next time you think you have it bad, just remember, you’ll sleep better with the TV off.
In fact, just unplug the bloody thing.
Have a wonderful weekend. I won’t. Because maybe subliminal advertising is real (I smoke Marlboro cigarettes, not Camels. But I do have the impulse to go to Party City, buy a Rambo costume, and hunt wild boars with a knife. And eat their heads.
Sure is a good thing ain’t no boar around here!
The nerve of this mutt.
I have a headache (Get Extra Strength Tylenol).
You love fortune cookies. You want to buy a whole case right now. You want to share them with all of your friends.
My next heart attack is looming. It has to be because my chest hurts clean through to my shoulders. My left arm hurts, and I need to shave my tongue. Wait, I don’t think that last thing is a thing. Well, it’s obviously a thing, but probably not heart-related. Probably not.
Check out this shit and remember that until now, I was unaware of it. When did this happen? How did I miss it?
Oh, yeah: because I rarely watch football. Yes, that’s it. Last season, I never watched a single full game. I don’t know that I can claim to have done it this year either, but I did watch more. At first, I thought nothing out of the ordinary. It was just football, the American kind, not the soccer kind.
And now, at the end of another season, there’s this crap, conspiracy theories, and very high-profile romances and other nonsensical dog shit.
I found it hilarious that the NFL released an actual script of the season (99% redacted) to press and fans alike. That’s some funny stuff there, I can’t deny it. I actually gave an out-loud old geezer chuckle when I read it.
But if the league is rigged, and the rumors and allegations finally got to be a bit more than Goodell could handle, why not go with it? Yes, why not? Have a go at your fanbase, do it, and show them how stupid they really are, and that you’re waving it in their faces and laughing like all hell. Because, football and beer. Like Orwell said. Keep them happy – and stupid.
And when that’s not enough, toss in some “proof” that a conspiracy theory is real. Yeah, that’ll really fuck em up.
From that and the season-long romance of Trousers Kelpie and Retailer Swift, you got a winner. I wonder. I really have to wonder, but at the same time, I don’t care. It’s sad but funny.
People will watch the Super Bowl in record numbers this year. At halftime, San Fracisco Bay and the Mississippi River will experience unusually high tides and undertows as everyone flushes their own bowls. That’s because there’s going to first be a run on Dorito’s and quacomole dip, hot wings, and lunch meat trays that were prepared five days earlier. On Monday, there’s gonna be a “run” on Imodium AD. The shortage that results will last until March. Just in time for breweries to put green shit and anything else they can think of in your beer. That will cause a run on urology clinics, but let’s not get into that now.
Because in April, there’s Opening Day, like baseball is some big deal. Well, it used to be. Not anymore. Now, just like football, rule changes have shortened games so that prima donna multimillionaire players who think their shit doesn’t really smell all that bad don’t have to put in extra innings or full-length overtime periods or some such pussy bullshit.
Entertainment. Sports entertainment.
What would George Orwell say? Well, I think he would rewrite the book. You know why? Because Room 101 isn’t necessary. We’ve proven him too correct in his prognostications. Afterward, the Man Himself would just shake his head and slowly walk back to his grave. On his way, he’d say under his breath, “I tried to warn the motherfuckers.”
And MGM hates you more than you know. Go on, hand over your money.
I’m trying to watch Gameranx on YouTube. By the way, my YouTube channel is down. I’m so crushed by the news, aren’t you? Someone complaining I guess, I don’t know, about community guidelines. Some shit, whatever, I don’t know and it was not specific. Have you noticed that Google has been rather sensitive lately?
Of course you haven’t, it’s a corporation. But when the Google AI search engine began to spit out frankly scary results about slavery being beneficial for slaves, the bloody thing, which is still in beta test mode, caught everyone off-guard. I left a Meta comment and was immediately rejoined by some republican rooster who had been brain-raped by Fox News and who said something about how liberals had caused the housing crisis, or some such partisan chickenshit. Holy hell. Didn’t even make sense.
Google isn’t showing any more signs of respect toward the responsibility of using AI than Microsoft or any other corporate institution. But that is completely off the rails from what I’m talking about. Because I don’t give a hoot in hell about having my own YouTube channel. Like I’ve said before, I have the face for audio only, and the voice of a writer. I don’t make videos. So fuck whoever complained, I hope they feel better now.
Anyway, I’m watching today’s Gameranx top ten list. Falcon is doing the “Dumbest video game endings”, and I’m laughing.
Until a commercial ad stops the vid and a voice strangely close to Donald Trump’s asks, “Do you own a gas mask?”
It goes on to cite “Homeland Security” and proclaims that a disaster which will kill 9 out of every ten people is about to happen. It could be today, next month, whatever, but it’s going to happen.
The exact nature of this existential calamity is never described. But there’s a link to other products you should also have. So it’s a damn doomsday site. Designed to terrify people into buying shitty products that wouldn’t keep them alive for any substantial amount of time if the disaster it warns of really were to happen.
Going through my archives will no doubt confuse you. I’ve been saying for years that we don’t have much time left before things we’ve never stopped to think about will really happen.
I’ve written enough on the subject. Nobody read those posts. No one ever will. You know why?
Because people don’t know what to do about doomsday predictions. I’ve never been one to pull a punch, so I’ll just say this as plainly as I can: scientists, sociologists and others are saying that, and this is not conjecture, by mid-century at the latest, the current mass-extinction event, and it’s absolutely underway, will end civilization as we have known it.
Earth’s current human population is not sustainable, they say, and global warming is responsible for much of what’s to come. As crops wither in drought and freak flooding, and violent storms spawn tornadoes and dangerous hail and lightning, food will become ever more scarce. Again, I’m not the one saying this; I’ve said it all before. This is a bunch of urgent messages from scientists from climatologists to archeologists, anthropologists and more.
In human history, no temperature recordings match what last month produced. The hottest July in recorded history.
Wildfires chewed through the Canadian wilderness and for the second year plagued Greece, the last outpost of paradise left on earth. Hawaii got hit so hard by fires that it can never recover. Trauma and ruined lives are widespread. Hunger, high prices and demands on infrastructure that cannot be met will continue without relief.
Now, again. This is coming from experts. Not laypeople, who should in any event be able to see what’s happening and know that it can’t be stopped now.
The changes we had to make are past due. We didn’t do a thing. SUVs are selling like scratch-and-dent Ferraris. Electric vehicles charge by coal-burning power plants. Lies about climate action surround us and even plastic recycling is a lie. We’re not helping, not preventing anything. And all of that, and more, is real.
Then comes this Doomsday guy urging us to buy gas masks. I didn’t click the link to see what else was on sale, no doubt at “cut-rate” prices. I’d vomit.
Not out of fear: because it’s disgusting to watch religious or other fanatics hawking “survival” gear to gullible and easily frightened people. It’s just gross.
And dishonest: no gas mask will save you from a disaster that takes 9 of every ten lives, and in any event, I wouldn’t want to live through such hell.
Something tells me that whoever is behind this bullshit is attempting to capitalize on the reports of extinction level events which are ongoing. What Doomsday peppers always forget when the backhoes break ground for their modular bunkers is that they can only live in them for so long, and that in reality, living in one for a year would drive most people insane. Extend that time, and their fates are sealed, as much as their bodies are, in the tombs they paid more cash for than a crypt.
What could make you need a gas mask? Well, fallout ain’t it. Assuming that you survive a nuclear strike, a gas mask is useless. Those things can’t screen radioactive material. It’s a strictly chemical warfare piece of gear. You know how National Guard and riot police use them when shooting CS grenades? They would also be worn in a chemical attack. Mustard gas, nerve gas, it doesn’t matter, so the ultimate question is, why hawk the damn things on YouTube?
That’s an easily answered question:
Scare the shit out of people, and they’ll buy shit.
It ain’t right, should be illegal, but no matter what you or I think, it works.
How I long for the old days of people being harmlessly fooled by buying sea monkeys out of comic book ads.
Amanda Grace said that mermaids and water people are coming after us. That they are a part of the kingdom of darkness and are technologically advanced.
I’m not about to repost the preposterous fever dreams spouted by the prophetess taking stage at Trump’s Doral property. Doral? Wait.
Isn’t that a cigarette brand?
It’s in Miami. You know, one of the cities doomed to join Atlantis at the bottom of the sea because, Republicans?
Except, wait.
Mermaids ain’t real. If they were, God would have told me. I’m his favorite, you see.
Atlantis, of course, is an ancient place of fiction created to prove a point by Greek philosopher Play-Doh. No shit.
And “water people”, I have no idea of. What the hell is she even talking about?
Because I take it that she’s not referring to fishers or gloucestermen, or SCUBA divers. Maybe Olympic swimmers? But then, what technology do they possess that’s superior? Are they not humans, using humanity’s tech?
Maybe she means this:
copyright Disney
Lady, that’s from a fuckin movie! It’s not real!
Or perhaps she’s talking about the famous statue in Denmark. Yeah, lady, that’s a statue. It’s not real, either.
But wait! You said “images”, didn’t you? Can it be that you think images are demons, with high tech weaponry, that are going to come alive and fight us? Is that really what you said?
Yeah. You did say that. But then you said that mermaids and “water people” are demons. You added that we need to know “the rules of engagement” and that we are meant for hand-to-hand combat. You should know that the “Terms of Engagement” refers to a particularly awful American television series. And that fighting spiritual entities with your hands is not possible, and even if it were possible, we would lose.
And that you are the last person anyone should be tempted to follow into battle.
And what the hell is wrong with your nose? I think you should buy ten cases of Afrin, and that might unblock it.
I think, though, that the more likely reason you talk funny is because someone once took offense to your false teachings, condescension and feverish views on the future. And they just reared back and broke your nose with a brick.
I think too, “Amazing Grace”, that what you need more than any nose spray is some thorazine, an anti-psychotic and a couple of ‘shrooms. That, or an exorcism. I don’t know which.
I also really don’t care.
Because you use the threat of divine punishment against anyone and everyone who you believe is evil. And Grace: guess what? We are all evil. There is, inherent in our DNA, the capacity to act for good and evil both. And that is exactly what we do. The snag is, which one we choose most of the time.
For whatever it’s worth, I believe I could have ended up a serial killer. All the ingredients were there: parents who abused, raped, tortured and humiliated me. I was bullied. Sensitive, which kids sense and use against you. I saw things done to animals. I saw siblings abused. I had everything. Anger, hate that had to be suppressed, I was socially dysfunctional, always made fun of even when not getting my ass kicked. I lashed out only rarely, though, and always I hated myself for it. Usually it took the form of vandalism, but serious though that was, the high from it was fleeting.
What kept me from going further was that I did not want to hurt others. It just wasn’t what I was inside. Otherwise, let’s say I could have done serious harm to lots of people and loved every minute of it.
I became adequate with speech and writing, and I could easily have turned a phrase better than you. I could have taught. I could have helped. But things didn’t work out like that for me. All my life, I was a nobody, a zero. Until I had children.
And outlived them. Now I’m a zero again. Old. Crippled. Tired, worn out, in unending pain inside and out.
There is nothing to be gained when I warn others that we really are in trouble. We’ve turned this blue marble into a toxic waste dump. We’ve filled the skies with poison, the seas with sewage and oil and plastic, and the ground with everything We’ve ever done.
I realize that by endorsing Trump, you don’t care much about that. You care nothing for women’s rights. Nothing for civil rights. Nothing for the truth. And it’s certain that you have no regard for yourself.
I don’t know what made you this kind of fanatical liar, but there’s one thing I do know:
Shut the fuck up.
Do it before you have no more time to repent.
Just stop.
The problem with people like Ms. Grace is that they ignore the truth and they disregard the doctrine of real Christianity in exchange for lies and honor, but they alone are not the only casualties. Show me a lying person spouting chickenshit in the name of God and I’ll show you misguided people who believe their every word.
That’s worse than killing them. Betraying God and others in order to scare people into giving you money (which is really why they do it) and power is called “apostasy”, something predicted in end times prophecy.
It’s real, always was, and is getting worse. Grace makes truly faithful Christians look bad. True Christians sin and make mistakes, but they’re not likely to stand in front of cameras and tell outlandish lies. They’re not likely to preach to you unsolicited. Not likely to lead others down a false path.
If Amanda Grace is not psychotic, then she’s a liar. But I don’t know what she is.
Besides dressing up in fairy tale garb and spouting lies, I have to wonder what she does for fun.
I’d bet you she watches mermaid movies. If I had any, I’d bet money on it.
This promt is infuriating. I don’t think it is a valid question. Perhaps there was a time when it was one, but that would be before my time.
Read this article and watch the video interview to get an idea of where I stand and why the above question is so repulsive to me.
Now that you have seen and read some really interesting, screwy, looney, out there, absolutely psychotic stuff, tell me that “direction” on an individual level means anything at fucking all.
People live their lives the best that they can, according to beliefs, morality and knowledge gained from hard experience, or they don’t. And many times, those who don’t are just fucking crazy.
The guy in the video is fucking crazy and I should have put an upper case “c” on that word. He asserts that John F. Kennedy Jr. is still alive and will soon emerge from hiding to be Trump’s next vice president.
He contradicts himself by agreeing that Joe Biden is a “hologram” and then says he’s actor James Woods in a rubber mask.
He says that when Biden was still vice president, he was executed.
He asserts that an FBI informer is a good man despite damaging testimony against Trump. What this man says about January 6th is so far out there I’m not even able to comment on it. Watch the video in the link, you’ll see.
This walking meatball is entombed in a world of conspiracy theories and lies and pure fantasy that I’d wager he likely also believes that Harry Potter is real and an imminent threat to Christianity. If you had a sail boat and set sail on the Chesapeake Bay, and your rudder fell off, then a squall moved in, you’d get this fucker.
As for the rape trial, Trump said he cut short a golf trip to Ireland to face his accuser, who isn’t his “type”. Of course she’s not his type. She’s not his daughter. But long before 2016, I’d read stories about how he forced women into sex. Trump is or was a rapist, I know it. I know it in my heart. I stuck the “was” in there because I doubt that with his KFC-clogged arteries, he can have an erection now. But without any personal experience in such matters, I can say with confidence that rape is pretty difficult to commit with a limp, shriveled up dick.
His fans have some scary, fucked-up, and downright sick ideas about him. I don’t usually engage in criticism of physical appearance, but some of the goddamnedest looking women in tight T-shirts hugging the most saggy, misshapen breasts I’ve ever seen the outlines of have become sex billboards. The shirts proclaim love and sexual desire and say things like “You can grab my pussy anytime” which I guess might preclude any fair, impartial judgement of their appearance in my mind.
I’m not perfect. It’s funny that if I see someone with a kind soul and some semblance of rationality, I think they’re beautiful. If I don’t see that, I’m just gonna see fucking ugly.
Trump’s people. They love him and worship him.
In return, he lies to them, insults them, and uses them to death. He hates every goddamn one of them. Hates them, and in their bubbles of delusion, they can’t believe it. You can’t even talk to them. Spending more than 120 seconds with one can cause permanent damage. Because you ain’t never gonna be the same.
What gives me direction in life? Well, when I’m not outraged and cussing, it’s my willingness to admit I don’t know anything. That I am nobody. That my honor was stripped from me and I seek it because to die without it is a horrible thing. I want to love. And I want others to know it when I do.
We are seldom with “direction” in life. We have to wing it, do our best not to cause harm, keep faith with our higher power, and fight the fights that are worthy.
In these batshit crazy times, it’s a tall order to have. But we must accept it.
The alternative is believing James Woods is living in the White House.
Sometime in the mid-1960s I went with my parents to a Washington D.C. airport. My father occasionally flew for business, usually on Allegheny Airlines, but that’s all I can remember.
Except one clear memory of a Greyhound bus sign. My father even bought me a miniature bus from the gift shop. These were the busses that they called something-liners, with an upper windscreen tinted green. Yes, I’m old.
What nobody knew at the time: in 1965 biological and chemical agents were used in those two locations by the U.S. military to “test” how biochemical weapons would spread if “used in aerial or ground-based attacks”.
Did it work? Did it happen at all?
It is fact.
And it didn’t happen only once.
The most infamous among these “tests” was perhaps Operation Sea Spray which seemed to have not just involved the United States, but also the United Kingdom. Elements of naval and air groups actually dispersed a bacterium of the yersenia genus, and if that name seems familiar to you, let’s add a name after it: yersenia pestis. Heard of it now? Of course I had to look it up to see why it was ringing a bell. It’s the bacterium respsible for the disease Bubonic plague in humans. There was another agent involved as well. From 20 September to 27 September 1950, in the San Francisco Bay area, these agents were released. Scientists from the US and UK both studied dispersal rates and distances, and there is no reason to believe that they hoped or believed that no one would get sick.
The suspected casualties checked into Stanford Hospital in early October, eleven total, and one died. The infections were linked to common UT infections which can happen when catheters are used, and all were “reported” to have had recent surgeries, leaving them open to post-op infections. What’s more, that bacteria is crawling all over hospital walls, and the government was never found responsible, because of this, for the man’s death.
Well, what about him? He’s just one guy, right? And his family didn’t sue until decades later. No proof. Too bad.
But there’s more. Minnesota was hit by chemicals, carcinogenic chemicals. New York City was hit an innumerable amount of times including light bulbs they dropped in the subway. Loaded light bulbs. It spread pretty far, estimated as miles. That could place in any of one or even two buroughs. It was Bacillus Subtilis Niger, an extremely hard to kill, spore producer. Current uses include testing disinfectant efficiency. It is not known whether there were casualties, but who can say by this point whether the books were cooked. But seriously, dropping light bulbs onto the tracks? That is rather covert, and damn sleazy.
Why fear other countries using biological and chemical agents against us when our own government does it?
They were tests.
But for what? Because hospitals were monitored. The dispersal was always tracked.
Given my loathing for conspiracy theories, why am I bringing this up? Seems silly that I would jump from Sherwood Schwartz TV conspiracy theories (Gilligan’s Island, The Brady Bunch) to this, right?
But I did warn you that more was coming. And this is where it all leads: the granddaddy of all conspiracy theories: depopulation, plagues, the Illuminati and the New World Order.
I have scoffed in the past about the chemtrail story. Only to look back and find, there’s some real history there. And if that’s true, I have no reason to be convinced that it is not an ongoing method of research. No matter what the government denies, do I have any way of telling whether they are being truthful?
Not exactly, no.
Now, do I trust the government?
Mostly, I do.
But I have serious doubts about serious things.
Several video game analyses follow this article. I hope that you will carefully consider what they have to offer. I have played both games mentioned and truly, they slammed me in the gut. You never see the end coming in any well-written show, film or game. But in the case of Deus Ex:The Conspiracy and Metal Gear Solid 2: The Sons of Liberty, the conclusions were bleak, disturbing and left me feeling hopelessly depressed. And that is not my expectation when gaming.
Well, not back in 2000 and 2001. Maybe now I’m a bit more of an edge-of-my-seat gamer, but only because of those two games.
They outline a future in which secret societies and artificial intelligence rob people of freedom in the name of civilization and rule humanity. That’s way too much for one sentence, and I apologize for that. The premises are that AI deems humanity incapable of avoiding self-destruction and seizes control of key military and government facilities. In each game, the AI explains to the protagonist why it is doing this. One AI is belligerent, antagonistic and insulting while the other is more sneaky, but the end results are the same: no one seems able to stop them.
Of the three possible endings in Deus Ex, one has the main character destroy the AI, causing a dark age where the world is deprived of power to the grids, communications and everything we know and count on. Canonically all three endings are partly correct, which doesn’t make me feel any better.
The Illuminati, Majestic 12, and others are used to great effect as antagonistic elements, but the main point I want to get across is that the AI in both games want to stop the flow of misinformation to the people. Fake news, slander on social media, chaos, vengeful killings over words and ideas. It must stop, and the AI is the only way.
A new world order.
Currently the world population cannot be fed or given adequate health care given limited supplies, corporate greed, government tribalism, and, of course, failed crops due to global warming and freak weather. Inflation is impossible to distinguish from price gouging, with glaring examples of some products doubling in price in one or two weeks.
Fake news makes the whole thing worse, and the blame is always leveled at the wrong people, or, if not, those people face no consequences. How many times was a truth discovered but we were not informed?
There is no way to answer that. That, by the way, makes me mistrustful of government. And for the most part, I trust our democracy when it works, when good people do good things. I don’t like conspiracy theories or the hysteria they cause. They’re chaos.
However, I can’t help wondering: given our history, what pieces of truth might lie within some of them.
The Tuskegee infections were real. A conspiracy to assassinate President Kennedy was almost certainly real. The secret bombings of Cambodia did happen. Even the ridiculous plot by the CIA to make Fidel Castro’s beard fall out was real.
What I encourage you to do, as always, is, to the extent that you are able, is to think for yourself. The truth is out there, but you are the final arbiter, and once you have found something sound, reliable, stand up for what’s right.
Because one person–you–can make a big difference. On which side of history will you stand?
Okay, television fans, riddle yourselves this: if The Brady Bunch is about a couple getting married….a couple who had 3 children each, all of the same ages, but with counterparts of the opposite sex, a sure recipe for trouble if ever there was one, how and why did they get together in the first place? How did they meet, where did they meet, and what kinds of things made them free to marry when their youngest children were, well, that young? The timing alone makes the union highly suspect.
Well, actually, the only suspect thing here is, uh, well. Three people. Mike Brady, Carol Martin, and Mike’s housekeeper Alice.
You see, they killed each other’s spouses.
And of course, Alice. She sure knew her way around a knife and an oven. Right?
And that would be it, and that’s already too much. But it gets worse. Alice already knew Sam The Butcher, even if they weren’t dating yet. Nobody seems to have much information on him, but the would-be Bradys, they needed two bodies disposed of. And who better to get rid of them than a butcher. Sam bled the corpses, chopped them into pot roasts, steaks, chops and hamburgers, and he sold them. Whatever neighborhood they lived in, a lot of people were turned into cannibals whether they knew, or liked it, or not.
Meanwhile, the couple got married, and put on a hell of a display as America’s finest suburban parents, all while letting their children explore their sexuality across the hallway or in the toiletless bathroom, which of course had lots of extra room.
You get it so far? Because from here out, it gets messy.
You remember how Sam The Butcher was the dude who cut Mike’s first wife and Carol’s first husband into prime cuts?
He’d already been doing that for years. Sam wasn’t his name. During the Vietnam War, he was known by Sergeant Charles Hacker, a very apropos surname indeed. His constant pranks targeting Sergeant Vince Carter and Carter’s slow-witted Private Gomer Pyle are legendary because they all blew up in his face. Being a freshly returned war veteran, he naturally harbored internal rage. He served dead marines in the chow hall at Camp Pendleton. He stalked and killed Vietnamese refugees and made Asian dishes with them.
His warped mind was always feverish with plots and scenarios, but after a Dishonorable Discharge, he changed his name, used the money from his victims and bought a butcher shop. He bowled in a league. He appeared to be the quintessential neighbor and business man. But he had no way of reigning in his appetite for homicide.
Sam Franklin, a.k.a. Sam The Butcher, terrorized most of California and parts of Nevada, Arizona and New Mexico until, in 1978, he was caught, brought to trial for three murders, though the police in Las Vegas knew he was a serial killer, then was extradited to California, where he was convicted of nine homicides and malicious dismemberment, and executed in the electric chair while Charles Manson lived on.
But the damage was already done. Because of so many people eating human beings including brains passed off in natural casings as chitterlings and sausage, a deadly disease called the Wildfire Virus arose. This author will state nothing further on this ridiculous story.
As the years passed in the Brady home, normal sexual development took place. Hormones flew across and down the hall until, disastrously, Greg and Marcia were both allowed to share the same bedroom in the attic.
A former boyfriend of Carol’s showed up, claiming to be her husband so he could steal a priceless horse figure which unfortunately turned out to be a forgery. He kidnapped her, took her to Hawaii, and met the buyer/collector who wanted the horse.
Even sadder still, the collector, Robin Masters, who went by the name “Higgins” to cover his tracks in the criminal underworld of Hawaii, had found out by his private detective friend, Thomas Magnum, that the man was not only not Carol’s husband, he was also a drug runner who had sabotaged the S.S. Minnow and caused the disappearance of the collector’s son, Gilligan.
The Bradys were never caught for the disappearances of their former spouses, but rumor had it that guilt forced Mike to eventually leave Carol. The family held several reunions after leaving home and marrying people they didn’t really love.
Greg and Peter, who really loved Marcia and Jan, respectively, both died in a drug deal gone wrong in a Watts brothel. The very unhappy Carol turned to suicide but botched it and became a life coach, bilking rich californians out of far more money than the horse would have been worth if it hadn’t been a forgery.
Alice retired and was never heard from again. Gomer Pyle went on to become a deputy in Texas to a sheriff who was under pressure to shut down a famous brothel, Bobby insisted people call him “Robert” and worked up the corporate ladder to become the CEO of IBM, played video games and became fast friends with Donald Trump but distanced himself because he too had been with Stormy Daniels and was jealous. He switched parties to Democrat and campaigned for Hillary Clinton and funded other candidates who opposed the MAGA party.
Which leaves one nagging, unanswered question: why did some blonde show up at the renewal of Mike and Carol’s vows after the Hawaii trip?
Well…I can’t believe these theories, but…
Rumors had it that the woman was really a genie who was obsessed with him and who whisked him away to another country. And if you know anything about genies, you know it couldn’t have ended well. He didn’t leave Carol. He was taken.
Anyone anywhere near my age has always wrestled with that nagging, but ever-important question: if Gilligan and the Skipper were really out for a three-hour tour, then why did the Howells pack a suitcase full of thousand-dollar bills, and what the hell was Ginger doing in an evening gown, what was Mary Ann doing there, and while we’re at it, why did the Professor have so many lab and hand tools with him, and why would he have so much skill with a radio? And another thing: why did Mary Ann, Ginger and especially the Howells have extra clothes? The cruise was supposed to last for three hours. Why, even at that length, didn’t anyone check for a marine weather warning? And if Howell was so rich that he could have his own luxury yacht with a professional captain and crew who made the S.S. Minnow, The Skipper and Gilligan look like the reef bait they were, why the S.S.Minnow? These burning questions have scorched the lines of the Bell phone system since the first episode premiered. After that, letters poured in to the studios, then, finally, came magazine articles, followed decades later by the internet, where new generations could see the message boards, then, in the end, blogs. It all ends in a whopper of a “conspiracy theory” the like of which makes the General Electric/JFK Assassination theory look like a booger.
It seems that Thurston Howell the Third was a high stakes drug kingpin, and his cash was packed to pay for the sale of high quality heroin and coke. All powder, all pure. The Professor was the quality control expert who would use his chemist equipment to test for purity. Howell packed extra wardrobe in case he was chased by the Coast Guard and had to put ashore and lay low for a while. The Professor also monitored the radio for Coast Guard activity. Ginger was addicted to both coke and H, one for showtime, one for after, and being successful, could trade sex for discounts on the good stuff straight from the Howells, both of whom she was intimate with. Lovee herself indulged in untrammeled sex orgies and coke, and she founded the original party male strippers. She was a secret honorary member of Skull and Bones, and hid the fact from her disapproving husband. The Skipper and Gilligan knew, of course, so they were under the gun because of Howell. Once stranded, Gilligan played the fool, confounding the Skipper and the Castaways because if they were caught he would have a doctor plead insanity. As to Mary Ann, just exactly who was she, and what was she doing there? Well, she was a federal undercover agent on the verge of catching the Howells in the act. It was Ginger who first caught the attention of the Feds, being so obvious about her ambitions in theater, and so loose about her drug habit. Instead of a male agent, who would definitely be noticed if he pried, it was given to Mary Ann to get inside of the Howell Connection. It almost worked. By the time they were rescued, the Feds no longer had a case against Howell, and his cash alone was worth three times its value as Silver notes. The gang got high, but made the mistake of not checking for purity, and tripped out with horrifying consequences. The poor addled Gilligan even met the Harlem Globetrotters in an endless trip.
Now. If you are puzzled, and have unanswered questions about anything, anything at all, I offer you this comforting tidbit: out there, somewhere, there’s someone who has your answers. Most of us jeer at them. We call them conspiracy theories, but consider this before you jump to conclusions: in a tiny New England town, didn’t Miss Jessica find an awful lot of bodies? That’s because she was a serial killer. Same thing goes for one Leroy Jethro Gibbs; too many dead sailors and Marines kept showing up in his area of operations. Females in his orbit died violently or just vanished. In the end, after failing to fake his own death, he fled to parts north and is still at large, leaving Abby to think that it maybe wasn’t a coincidence that two of his ex-wives and a daughter were shot.
It gets worse. Gilligan was a virgin and an InCel for years. Before the Minnow was lost, he was a serial killer and rapist. His father didn’t know this; if someone had told him, he would have choked to death on a macademia nut. Gilligan’s father was known to go by the aliases “Higgins” and “Robin Masters” and he helped Mike Brady rescue his wife Carol from her kidnapper, who was really in the Air Force but washed out as a pilot after a blonde woman in a pink costume folded her arms and blinked, cursing him. He complained to Major Tony Nelson, to no avail. Nelson was insistent that his wife was not some kind of genie. Doctor Bellows, the Air Force psychiatrist, held the kidnapper in isolation for 16 years, driving him to madness. He caught Sam the Butcher cutting up people for his steak sale and blackmailed him to give up the cash to get a car and kidnap Mrs. Brady.
An extraterrestrial from Mars, whom a reporter claimed was his Uncle Martin, wiggled his pointer finger at him once. He swore in court that the alien had antennae, but in the end, Judge Wapner sentenced him to life without parole.
Gilligan had vanished again. After the castaways were rescued, Vince McMahon helped him escape sex crimes against minors charges by having his personal yacht take the son of a bitch back to his island hideout. Later, he would seek the same refuge. But that’s another story.
Here is an awesome article that is a must-read. You don’t need to understand every word, but You’ll likely come away knowing more about something that has been bothering you. It sure has bothered me.
One warning before you read, though: in the end you will not get all of the answers raised during the pandemic. It does not explain everyone’s behavior and it will not offer you any comfort.
Should you read it or store it as a pdf file for later, keep that in mind. Remember that with the SARS-CoV-2 onset and the initial failure of methods for treatment being arrived at, nobody knew what to do. It overwhelmed us like a deadly blizzard until we were buried, reduced to using refrigerator truck-trailers to store corpses. It may be easy now to forget so many details, because we were all on sensory overload. The brain takes things at its best speed, and when it does overload, shock or some other mechanism slows everything down. Trauma? Yes, I talk about that a lot, but with good reason; everyone goes through traumatic events, perhaps varying in severity, but in the brain, it seems the damage is not always so apparent. Damage does show up in brain scans, although it must be actually looked for by a trained diagnostician to be interpreted as damage from posttraumatic stress disorder.
I’m mentioning PTSD because the article doesn’t. Yet some of the damage associated with the syndrome may be worsened by such a crisis as a pandemic, and may even affect the mechanisms required to respond rationally to anything, much less a health crisis.
For example, I know of two people with PTSD who responded similarly, then very differently to the early part of the pandemic.
Both knew each other. One had almost certainly had the virus. Both agreed that improvising masks when none could be found was a good idea. One went over everything brought in from a grocery with sanitary wipes, the other couldn’t find them in stores or online. One knew that the other had been very sick and advised turning often when lying down and even sleeping on the “stomach”. It probably saved the life of the sick one. The dry cough turned productive and gradually that person felt better, but certainly not overnight. The other subject never showed symptoms. That was the one wiping down everything brought in from the outside.
We have since learned that such a precaution was never necessary, although hand washing seemed crucial. As masks became available and in areas where people actually used them, numbers of morbidity and mortality decreased. The decline was definite, easily visible on line graphs.
This is where the article comes in. I’ll let you read and soak it in, but we know that many people denied that COVID-19 was real and cooked up conspiracy theories to explain the shutdown. They denied that anyone had died, much less in so many numbers. That is, of course, until they or someone they knew went into a critical care unit. People they knew didn’t come back. Some said only hours before their death, “It’s real” and via video calls begged their families to take it seriously.
But even if they believed that it was real, conspiracy theories covered that and the mortality rate: it was manufactured, or engineered, if you will, by the Chinese. It was deliberately spread to the world by infected subjects via air travel. Stories were out there of people boarding planes feeling fine but deathly ill by time to land. These stories fed “proof” to conspiracy theorists who then spread their interpretation far and wide via internet. When it became clear that people believed these theories and Donald Trump began calling it the “China virus,” hate crimes against all Asians became prevalent. Sure, it’s disgusting, but it happened. It is still happening.
People would look up and see a private, single engine Cessna circling as it climbed-out after takeoff, and suddenly the skies were full of Asians using chemtrails to spread the virus. Or it was the CIA, or anyone else you can imagine.
The whole idea took a different turn some time in early spring, 2020. Focus on bioengineering switched locations to from Wuhan Province to USAMRIID, Fort Detrick, Maryland. It went from there to the University of North Carolina, where some puddinghead found out that research on coronaviruses was ongoing. When it came to light (it wasn’t a secret) that studies included modifying a virus and infecting modified mice, the staff in that department were issued death threats.
The novel coronavirus which causes the disease COVID-19 has repeatedly been proven to originate in wildlife. In earlier outbreaks of coronaviruses like SARS and MERS, the virus had evolved by going from bats to other animals, then making the jump to humans. With this one, it came directly from bats and didn’t need a middle host animal.
Republicans had a field day with conspiracy theories, all of which, Trump claimed implicitly, were to make him look bad. He was desperate to downplay the COVID-19 pandemic or to thrust false allegations to deflect what he thought made him look bad. Fox News and OANN scrambled to make liberals and Asians appear guilty for creating the virus and inflating the numbers.
In a now infamous interview, though, Trump seemed to have had a mental break, and flat-out told the opposite of what he had said in the beginning: that it was fake, then that a “few cases, and it will be gone”. In that interview he was a actually clear: “It’s the plague,” he said. And he described exactly how easy it was to catch.
Later he would act as if the interview was a deep fake. And he went right off the deep end. In a press conference, he said it could easily be beaten by injecting disinfectant into patients because “I hear it does a real number on the lungs” and worse, that ultraviolet lights could be inserted into the body cavity to kill the virus. Either treatment would be fatal.
After he had endorsed hydroxychloroquine as a treatment or a preventive and caused chaos enough, because anti-masking activists actually took it, and some died anyway, this press conference stands out as one of the most outrageous ever given by a United States president.
There has never been more concrete evidence that conspiracy theories are extremely harmful. Homicides were committed over these during the pandemic’s peak, and even after. People died because some people whose brains malfunctioned spread bullshit to a population with a growing sense of panic.
When shops closed, family businesses like delicatessens, when people lost jobs, they foamed at the mouth for someone to blame. I’m all for placing rightful blame where it belongs, but after that blame is fixed, cooler heads must prevail. Justice cannot be served by angry acts of or by vigilantism. If you haven’t noticed, US prisons aren’t a solution either; too many innocent people populate those Hell holes, and midemeanants never belong there at all.
In the sad case of the COVID-19 pandemic, there is no blame, not for the origin of the coronavirus that causes it. There is plenty of blame for everyone still adhering to conspiracy theories. For smear campaigns and death threats. For homicides and hate crimes. True, the first link I posted above does explain why some people are especially vulnerable to conspiracy theories and it’s tragic. It’s not their fault and we need studies that can end in ways to treat them. But that doesn’t account for everyone else who were, and still are, motivated by politics and religion.
The first step comes with understanding the difference and continuing the mission of telling the truth and trusting the scientific and scholarly communities. Because the bug that will cause the next Pandemic? It already exists. It just needs to make the jump. Time to gather what we’ve learned and prepare ourselves.
A lead flute player with the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra (BSO) has been dismissed after months of posting conspiracy theories on her social media. The article states that beginning in February, the orchestra had to publicly distance itself after months of her social media activities. She had then been disciplined but continued the screwy posts, and they had to fire her. Considering the longevity of her career with the BSO and a talent that earned her a solo album, the posts must have reeked of bullshit.
The Tweets From BSO Regarding Scala’s Conspiracy Theories
Scala also had a history of bitching about attempts by the BSO to recruit people of color. She made statements in emails about how, if that was ever to happen, black parents would have to instill a love of classical music in their children. That’s not exactly constructive, but it is absolutely racist, her implication being that the average black family isn’t cultured enough for liking classical music, limiting themselves to (implied) less sophisticated genres.
I found the emails disgusting but those are not being discussed in the news. What got her fired was claiming that a laboratory in North Carolina engineered COVID-19, then sold it to the lab in Wuhan, possibly one of the most loopy goddamn conspiracy theories yet about covid. When are they going to learn that to fool the maximum amount of people possible that their goofy ideas have to at least be plausible enough so as not to make their own bosses issue statements that they do not share nor condone the bullshit in the first place?
Especially if the entity one works for tried to avoid the necessity of issuing the statement. Scala was warned more than once. She pushed it and paid the price. Au revoir, simple. You did it to yourself. Good luck finding an entire symphony of Trump cultists.
Oh, and that’s another thing: she is one of those Trump supporters who remain convinced that the election was rigged against Trump. Bigly. Roll over, Beethoven. You can go back to sleep now.
Earthquake In Howard County
This morning at approximately 02:00 a 2.1 temblor was felt in my county. It was about five miles from me and I swear I wouldn’t bring it up, but my TV was a bit loud and I was about to turn down the volume when something sounded like the neighbors upstairs had gotten pissed at me, hauled off and thrown a fucking cannonball across their living room. Seriously, I didn’t know a 2.1 could be that loud, nor that it even was an earthquake until I saw it on the news at 05:00.
I wonder what Ms. Scala would think about it. Since it was felt in D.C., maybe she’ll tweet that someone tried to assassinate the president with an vintage twelve-pounder.
Holy crud, we’re all doomed. Something is eating people’s brains. Maybe there really will be a zombie apocalypse with all this stupid going on.
A report came out about UAPs which means unidentified aerial phenomenon. It made the news. I didn’t pay much attention to it. I’d already seen the videos of cockpit footage from the Pentagon or whatever department released it a year or more earlier. After 2020, it’s difficult to nail down the dates of certain things because that year was a hard reboot. The new software was a hog. It took up so much disk space that some things sort of seem distant in odd ways. The screen was now indicating that there had been a major system failure, and there was now a string of programs in place as a fail safe. But it doesn’t turn out to be helpful. The virus that led to a cascade failure left others dead, their computers rendered nothing more than tall coasters. Or a footrest for one foot as they sat at their desks.
Others had the virus, made it to reboot, but are compromised with leftover damage. Suddenly, nothing was the same anymore. We should all have known that nothing would ever be the same.
So forgive me, but I don’t much care about a report that I honestly think everyone should have known didn’t say much. My concern is you. So let’s talk.
A nine page report. Incredibly brief for an American government document, yes? Because if there’s one thing us Yanks are good at, indeed insist on, it’s printing a whole forest’s worth of bullshit on paper, even this far into the digital age. Nine pages can’t possibly say much when a House bill used up half the wood in the Rocky Mountain forests and the bill is only about who can access public restrooms.
Could have just used a page and say the same shit, saved the rest for music rolls to put in those restrooms. Or maybe we could just have spared the fucking trees and perhaps kept some endangered species from going extinct. Fucking paper pushers.
And yet the “report” is nine pages.
For a subject as big as UFOs.
That’s right. I still use that acronym. I’m tired of people changing shit there’s nothing wrong with.
And if you really thought that those nine pages actually contained anything new, the joke’s on you. It doesn’t. I finally did read an article about it. I just randomly clicked something that showed up in a Google search.
For what it’s worth, I don’t give a shit about UFOs, and you know why?
First, people are hungry. They’re sick. Poor. Dying. So WTF?
Second. The fucking bullshit stories of “contactees” who claim to be in telepathic communication with extraterrestrials. There are and have been more of them than you think and they’re not all acid-droppers. And it’s not some metaphysically weird thing, it’s called psychosis. I laugh. Seriously, I cringe first, but then I laugh. And I think of George Adamski.
He was a guy so keen to prove flying saucers were real that he made one, photographed it and then sold books and gave lectures. People believed him to the point of becoming a cult. Lectures brought big money and of course, back then being the era of the black and white home cameras that had film rolls one had to develop in a dark room, and pros still used plates, people paid cash for prints of his photographs. The cash rolled in and the fucker got rich screwing multitudes of gullible people.
What’s worse is that almost immediately debunkers went to work and this candidate for an asylum just kept raking in the currency.
He claimed to have met an extraterrestrial named Orthon. The guy was Venusian but somehow Nordic. Okay. A Venusian from the Netherlands. Gotcha.
A Hollywood photographer and a few personal friends failed to back his story up and Project Blue Book tore him apart.
He did things that could be prosecuted today as fraud. Possibly more, since he chose to tangle with the FBI. They just thought he was a kook and he was never arrested.
But he and others like him caused damage to the serious research that concerned UFOs. It was and remains a mysterious subject that has troubled people for ages. Stephen Hawking warned that if extraterrestrials ever did come here, they wouldn’t be friendly.
Some of the most fertile ground for hoaxes, UFOs are troubling by nature, but after the History Channel turned into the Erich von Däniken and the Giorgio Tsoucalos channel, it’s hard for me to take anything on the subject seriously.
It’s fair to call me on this; with the Travel Channel now having jack shit to do with travel, so many bullshit shows with fake or scripted content regarding the paranormal could well have you skeptical about my encounters with demons or whatever the hell they are. And I would understand. I’m personally a skeptic about Bigfoot and UFOs, but I do give others the benefit of the doubt. That something did happen in the sky or woods is not my problem; I don’t dismiss every witness as a liar or delusional. I just see little evidence of what’s being seen. To date there has never been a body, bodypart, live specimen or clear footage of a sasquatch. Does it conclusively prove the bloody things aren’t real?
I can’t say that.
There’s scant evidence of spirits, ghosts and demons too, but does that prove they aren’t real?
Hardly.
I’ve been through too many times when I knew good and well that truly weird shit was going on.
Like that fucking cat. And the Angel of Death. And that thing in my room, and the totally haunted houses I’ve lived in. And the time I masqueraded as a ghost hunter. Man was that a trip. In my life and times of being an asshole, that one stands out to this day as one of the most dumbass things I have ever done.
If you have had strange, unexplained things happen around or to you, then you honestly want to be believed. You don’t like being scorned or made sport of. And nobody enjoys being laughed at.
Same here, my friend. But this is why I demand of myself that I listen, without judgement, to people who are trying to simply understand what the fuck happened.
Because humans are damn intelligent creatures, inquisitive, curious, hungry for knowledge. When something that we don’t understand hits us upside the head, we may run away. Some of us never go back out of a desire for survival. There’s nothing wrong with that. Others will keep on sniffing around until they are worn out, find what they need, or sometimes both at once.
As for alien abductions, I’m a definite skeptic and that’s not likely to change. On this I make a stand:
•I believe that something did happen unless we’re being lied to.
•Theres an explanation.
•That explanation may not be the one people think of the most.
Because interstellar travel remains so improbable that I can scarce believe any race or species has ever accomplished it. If you look into a telescope at the star Betelgeuse, the light you see left that star only a few decades after Christopher Columbus sailed the Ocean Blue. Even travel to a nearby star system is a twisty problem for us, and to get to a system with what we figure is a habitable planet is far from our reach. To think that it’s possible other civilizations have mastered the physics, maths and technology to get to us is a bit of a stretch. As for UFOs which seem to change directions at high speeds, that is, speeds our fastest interceptors cannot attain, if extraterrestrials are inside, then they are definitely nothing at all like us. Weve seen so much science fiction that we think of aliens as humanoid but nothing like us could survive such maneuvers at-speed. If humanoid, however, they would have to have conquered the problems of density, gravity and physics for their craft’s interiors.
There’s a snag here, though. Aliens usually fall into the general descriptions of the “grays”, but many different descriptions of aliens have been reported. The odds of one species finding us are steep enough, but dozens of them, all from different planets? I think not.
Such technology would be so outside of our understanding that the reverse-engineering theory (or more accurately, conspiracy theory) is almost automatically ludicrous. We’re smart, but not that smart.
As for the theory that aliens work with our government, or have worked with it in the past, giving tutorials on bits of tech, I call bullshit. No, I’ve gone far enough with the benefit of a doubt and can’t go any further. This theory sometimes includes the government allowing aliens to abduct people for experiments in exchange for technology. What a crock of shit. Don’t expect me to eat out of it.
I guess in the end what we have is another bullshit ploy by the government to string people along. The real mystery is why. Why can’t our elected leaders be fucking honest with us?
I don’t give a damn if the cockpit footage was released, leaked or faked. It changed nothing as far as I’m concerned, and nine pages of more of the same can’t change that.
Stay skeptical. If you want some bullshit to digest that’s far less boring or insulting, follow a youtuber who posts scary videos. At least you’ll get a yuk or two out of it.
QAnon was bad enough already and conspiracy theorists have always walked a thin line with lunacy on one side and anarchy on the other; we’re never sure what, exactly, they’re after. But an article in the Army Times caught my attention because I had not heard the rumors of thousands of Chinese infantry massed at the Maine-Canada border. Nor had I heard that an F-16 had crashed. And having heard neither of those, I of course was ignorant of the part where we bombed Chinese infantry in Canadian territory with anti-personnel cluster ordnance. Or that the F-16 was shot down instead of being downed by an accidental means.
I’d rather not be sharing this article, as I wish it weren’t necessary. But as silly as it is, this story has gained traction because of people who have no business being followed by thousands of people on Twitter who lap up his crap like a dog eating his own sick.
I’m not saying anything else. By now people who have brains should know a fake story on Twitter when they see it. They can fact check it anywhere but they rarely do because the answers they found in the past were contrary to their already embedded belief that the first story was true.
I’m just going to close with the observation that this spreading of bullshit has to stop. It is doing horrible damage to our country.
Pastor Frank Amedia is an evangelical leader in desperation to get Trump reelected. He’s so passionate about it, in fact, and so desperate, he’s on video record here warning Christians that if Joe Biden is elected, everyone’s going to go out and beef cows. By which I mean he’s saying they’ll have sexual relations with cattle. Well I hope that he wasn’t exclusive in his mention of cows because that’s extremely misogynistic and what about women? Come on, Pastor Amedia, say it: “Bulls, too.”
Except that, like most right-wing Evangelicals, this guy’s about as smart as dirt. He goes on to say that “animalism” will be acceptable. And widely practiced.
I hope so, Pastor, because the name refers to a philosophy that humans and animals are basically all entitled to rights and that we’re all on this little blue marble for a reason. How we treat wildlife or pets is not merely a reflection of our souls, but damn, look what we’ve done to them. They have a shrinking habitat. Few places even in America for wild horses to graze, so imagine what happens when we cut down entire forests.
No, there’s nothing in what Pastor Amedia says that shows concern for our planet, its wildlife, or anything else.
What the egghead is trying to do is, of course, scare “Christians” into voting for Donald Trump, who is also no friend to nature.
Because if they don’t…
If Biden-Harris wins the day…
People everywhere will go mad and engage in mass orgies in cow pastures.
And the word you were looking for, Pastor, is “bestiality”.
The act of a human having any kind of sexual contact (abuse) with an animal.
It is not “animalism“.
It is not “beastiality“.
Bestiality has a couple of meanings. First of course is the sex thing.
But it also can be used to describe acts or people considered inhuman and reprehensible and those who engage in actions that are especially evil.
For example, Nazi Germany was killing Jews and actually not at all concerned with human rights and thus, those who ordered “The Final Solution” (to the Jewish “problem”) were bestial and those who carried out the executions engaged in bestiality – inhuman and savage acts – and some were hanged after the Nuremberg trials.
But let’s get back to the real problem here.
A Christian can’t be the real thing and support Trump. That’s no longer possible. By now he’s shown he’s not a believer in nor a practitioner of Christ’s teachings.
But evangelicals have recently “forgiven” Trump for his sins. Although that’s really cute, it doesn’t work like that. You can forgive someone who has done something wrong to you, but it is God’s place to do the judging and forgiving for a person’s behaviour toward others. That’s why Jesus taught the “Our Father” prayer, and why the call to repent is important in Christianity. All have sinned and gone astray, everyone to his own way. Only repentance can fix that.
Christ taught us to forgive our enemies. To do good to those who mistreat us. To love everyone unconditionally. To help those in need.
But everywhere I look, especially to the far right, I don’t see any of that. I see false prophets like Pastor Amedia who engage in false teaching, called apostasy, and alarmist pronouncements, to gain political and financial leverage. I see them. I see, hear and read what they say. And it’s all rotten. All evil. Jesus pronounced woes upon the Pharisees because they took money from widows and dressed in robes and prayed in front of everyone like they were just the most pious and righteous people who had ever lived. They enraged him. He called them whited sepultures, whitewashed with lime on the outside, but inside full of dead men’s bones.
That’s what evangelical leaders are. They take in millions from people who don’t know any better. They build megachurches and run them tax-free. They drive flashy cars, fly private jets they pay cash for and they live in mansions. They have affairs outside of marriage and engage in all sorts of behaviors forbidden by the Bible. By Jesus’s teachings.
The result is two fold. First, they lead the masses astray which is a prophecy of the final years of humanity as taught by their own religion. Second, they turn real believers off, making them feel like their faith is something to be ashamed of, and they turn others into believers of a heretical religion. And along with that goes the perception of Christianity by others to be one of a bunch of hypocrites. Many have derided all religions because of this perception and they view Christians as mentally unstable.
Christ warned that anyone who led his sheep astray would be better off with great millstones about their necks:
But whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.
“Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves. You will recognize them by their fruits. Are grapes gathered from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? So, every healthy tree bears good fruit, but the diseased tree bears bad fruit. A healthy tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a diseased tree bear good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. .
Pastor Amedia, like so many others, leads believers astray and tries to frighten them into keeping an antichrist in power.
“Animalism”?
No, Pastor. But at least you do fit the mold of Trump followers by showing off your illiterate brain. Surely something to be proud of. Yes?
Conspiracy theories are often laughable and we have great fun at the expense of those engaged in spreading or just believing in them. We call them crazy, but There’s something awful to consider as well: they’re not harmless. Not even close.
JACK THE RIPPER?
Of course, that’s not enough to stop the constant recirculation of things both lurid and outlandish such as the maddeningly stupid royals of England stories. You think those are modern? Think again. My favorite involves Prince Albert Victor, the Duke of Clarence and Avondale, who some claim was a simpleton. Others believe he was insane because of syphilis and yet others believe he had impregnated a peasant woman, which would have caused a scandal of promethean proportions. Somehow the royal family physician (and accomplice) found out it was an east-end prostitute. That’s even worse. The shady doctor and his assistant trolled Whitechapel in a carriage, killing and mutilating prostitutes in the fall of 1888, giving birth to the terrorist Jack the Ripper. This theory, which gained popularity in the 1970s, was featured in the film Murder by Decree, a decent Sherlock Holmes flick starring Christopher Plummer as Holmes and James Mason as Watson.
Prince “Eddy” was actually said to be a nut, but to this day it’s bitterly challenged. As to being Jack the Ripper, he was not even in London between August and November of 1888 (although this doesn’t dismiss the doctor or other accomplice part). Other claims include Prince “Eddy” being gay and having visits at a male brothel, a ridiculous idea, and in fact he was engaged when he died of influenza in January of 1892. As in the Ripper film noted above, facts never stopped anyone from including Royals in literature and film. Mark Frost wrote a brilliant novel, not about Sherlock Holmes, but the author who created the character. The list of Seven is a page-turning yarn which involves Arthur Conan Doyle and his inspiration for the Holmes character chasing a group of people planning on bringing Satan’s child into the world. They planned on using Prince Eddy as an unwitting seed donor, but the story reveals he is unsuitable, as his IQ is that of a puppy.
The Duke of Clarence and Avondale was the Grandson of Queen Victoria and is otherwise not noteworthy; a name known more to the fans of fiction and conspiracy theories than to history. That’s sad.
KING AND QUEEN?
Then there’s Queen Elizabeth I. She was a man. She really died as a child and was replaced by a boy who grew up and impersonated her all his life. Holy crap.
THE ROYAL VAMPIRE
Prince Charles is a vampire, because he’s a descendant of Vlad Teppes, otherwise known as Vlad the Impaler (!or Dracula) because during his reign in Transylvania he would fight battles and have the captured or killed impaled on stakes all over the place. Charles made people suspicious by buying a home there and joking that he’d one day rule there as well. There’s no evidence that Teppes or Charles were and are vampires.
LONG LIVE THE GORN!
And Queen Elizabeth II is a cannibal or a reptilian creature disguised as a human, both of which preserve her health. No wonder she chased James Kirk for an hour in Vasquez Rocks park!
From Star Trek Season One: a Gorn captain. Episode: “Arena”
Holy mother.
TIME AFTER TIME
Greta Thunberg is a time traveler. Didn’t know that, did you? Well check this out.
Greta Thunberg in 1898 mining gold in the klondike on the left. Right, as she appears at 16. Or this century. Whatever.
Of course no one can explain why she came from the future and wound up gold mining in the nineteenth century if she was sent to stop global warming. Perhaps it explains why so many search Google for her net worth.
By the way, we haven’t heard from her in a while. Maybe she went back to the future to tell everyone what shitheads we are and that we wouldn’t listen.
WE ARE THE SOY BOYS OF RADIO, WE TOSS ESTROGEN TO AND FRO
Soy boys are a definite fucking no-go with me. This conspiracy theory comes straight from the alt-right. Which is a nice way of saying “the dust bin of psych wards”. You know, the ones always accusing the left of conspiracies? One of those is that soy is given to boys to boost estrogen levels to make them effeminate. Alex Jones said “Soon as you’re done with your juice box you’re ready to go out and make (have) babies.”
This, coming from the guy who sells perineum wipes.
IT TAINT WHAT YOU THINK
After John Oliver made extensive fun of the perineal “Combat Wipes” sold by Jones, HBO sold single wipes for one million dollars each. And what’s worse is that in both male and female, the perineum isn’t limited to the outer dermis in the area referred to as “taint”, or the place between the distal vagina and the anus or the penis and scrotum and the anus. The anatomical structures include internal musculoskeletal structures and organs in the region. Perineum is something more complex than Alex Jones can comprehend. That will never stop him, nor would it prevent people buying his bullshit after he’s scared them to death over a lie. You can’t cleanse the internal perineum with a wipe. And you don’t need wipes for your skin. Soap and water is good. Using a washcloth is cool too, but what the fuck, right? Soap is soap and water is water. If traveling, personal hygiene is sometimes a problem. Carrying spare napkins or tampons is good, and wipes too, but not the ones on infowars. Preparation H even makes wipes that are cool for both men and women who suffer from hemorrhoids, but it can be used to freshen up “down there” after a long uncomfortable flight or whatever. It should be noted that some people are a bit more fastidious concerning hygiene than others and really, to each their own. Not needing or using a moist towelette isn’t a crime. However, making men or women or both scared to death of failing to clean their perineum and selling wipes for that express purpose is a crime. It’s called fraud. Lawsuits haven’t stopped him. He promoted the conspiracy theory that no one died at Sandy Hook (Elementary School), that it was a false flag operation by the political left under the Obama administration to cause public sentiment to swing toward gun control. But he’s no good at advocating against gun control because during an interview with British Broadcasting he went psycho, yelling so much that the interview was terminated.
At least he wound up in court, as he should every time he opens his mouth. One time as a defendant he was found in contempt before any hearings began. Another time he claimed he was psychotic when he said something and had to apologize and retract.
But aside from promoting conspiracy theories that don’t hold water such as the New World Order (connection: the Bilderberg Group), Antifa, Parkland massacre being another false flag operation, tap water making men turn gay (and selling a $500.00 filter to remove fluoride even though fluoride does not make men turn gay), he’s paid the price. He’s been banned from using Facebook, Twitter, Reddit and more, has been banned from YouTube and spotify, a bunch of radio stations and has been successfully sued. Not only that, but his wife divorced him.
And still he could not be restrained; the state of New York issued a cease and desist order because he was selling toothpaste “containing silver” which killed the coronavirus. Dont worry, though. Alex Jones is a devious and crazy idiot who will never stop his conspiracy theories or fake cures. Stay tuned.
Speaking of the New World Order…
THE ORIGINAL SHIT
The Illuminati is the gift that never stops giving when it comes to conspiracy theories. We’ve gone from Bavaria in 1776 to the present and it just won’t go away. Beyonce and Jay Z are in it. Except the Illuminati wouldn’t take black people into their ranks as equals even if they were real. It’s rather like the John Birch Society. That’s a super-radical right-wing group, and those are just about as white as you can get. They don’t bother with political correctness and there’s little about them that’s subtle. The Illuminati wouldn’t last even if it ever did exist in America because of infighting. Greed is the prime motivator in the rich; they must gain and keep total control. And while corporate executives do conspire, no two will ever cede power to the other. The evidence says that the Illuminati do not exist.
IT’S ALL IN THE BAR CODE
Wayfair is that furniture store which still uses jingles in TV ads. Yeah, like it’s still 1970. Wayfair, you’ve got just what I need!
Except furniture is just a front for a third party selling children by coding in the numbers of very high-priced but low-end crappy tables and shit. Oh, brother!
CRAZY
And now let’s have a go at something with a bit more meat on its bones. According to Rudy Giuliani, “China owns the Biden crime family.” He’s off plumb by so much you can’t even see the bubble anymore. His own daughter is begging people to vote for Biden. There’s never been any evidence of Biden or his family being a crime syndicate. I’d laugh, but it’s not funny. Just plain stupid.
HUCKABEE HOUND
Last year Mike Huckabee said that CNN pays people to hate Trump. This is the basic mentality of the political right. He was angry because a CNN interview started with the reporter saying that outgoing spokesman for Trump, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, would be remembered as trump’s personal liar. Of course Huckabee, a real milquetoast, had to get in a comeback. But the accusation that CNN pays people to hate Donald Trump is ridiculous when people really do it for free.
YOU SHOULD GET THAT COUGH CHECKED OUT
Coughing through an interview on Fox after Trump returned to the White Taj Mahal, I mean the White House, Giuliani said the science isn’t always right and with a sniffle between coughs said science didn’t prove that closing schools was necessary. He said that more people died from suicide after the shutdown, without finishing out loud the insinuation that more people died by their own hands than the number of mortalities COVID-19 has.
Suicide?
Killed more than 260,000 people from January to October?
Really?
Hell. He’s so out there I can’t imagine whether he sees the Earth or Neptune under his feet.
But he’s in very good company with his old kissing pal, Trump. Remember when they did that skit? That’s when they still seemed human. And sane. It was funny. Nobody’s laughing with them anymore. They laugh at them. Trump has since broken records for manic, insane tweets in a 24-hour period. The previous record was set by… him.
TRUMP IS NOT SANE
First he tweeted that no more relief funds were going to happen unless he was reelected. Then he backed up and tweeted that relief had to be passed in Congress before the election.
The first crackpot theory was that all White House staff and advisors as well as the staff, doctors and nurses at the prestigious Walter Reed hospital center were in on a hoax. Trump was faking his malady and doing so to avoid the next debate. The worst part, for me, is that it’s coming from the left.
That’s so stupid it debunks itself.
First, let’s remember that Trump is superficial. It has always been about appearances with him. Did you not see him posing after returning to the zoo, I mean the White House? He did poses without his mask, with his suit jacket open and then buttoned. He turned slightly like he was on a red carpet. He looked like Mussolini for pity’s sake. This need to be perfect in appearance is responsible for his ride around the hospital parking lots during his hospitalization. It’s why he returned with orangeface when, in hospital that Saturday, he recorded a video of himself looking pale and with his hair combed back instead of what his daughter called a hilarious swirl when confiding to a friend.
He was obviously very ill. He had COVID-19 for sure. And he’s not well yet. I think an oxygen deprivation may have caused some damage. He lied and said the hospital stay was just a “precaution”. But according to Mary L.Trump, being sick is a sign of weakness in the Trump family.
The conspiracy theory comes as I said, from the political left. It’s because nobody can trust him after so many lies. He’s become his own worst enemy. The boy who cried wolf too many times.
DEEP THINKING IS NOT HIS STRONG SUIT. THE DEEP STATE AND ANTIFA
Trump believes in a “deep state” which is another version of the Illuminati. Except that Steve Bannon’s the asshole who told him about it and this illuminati is out to get Trump.
If there really were a deep state, they would surreptitiously run the government and could operate without any need to worry about Trump. Bannon was gaslighting Donald Trump as Trump gaslit America. And he recorded a video in which he asserted seasonal influenza kills more people than SARS CoV-2, a video removed by Facebook and hidden by Twitter, he’s clearly gone insane. The steroids and the virus have him more crazy than ever.
An·ti·fa/ˈan(t)ēˌfä,ˌanˈtēfə/noun
a protest movement comprising autonomous groups affiliated by their militant opposition to fascism and other forms of extreme right-wing ideology.
The thing about antifa is that it’s more of an ideology than a real movement. There are pockets of militant anti fascists but they aren’t quantified or, to my knowledge, identified. It’s not even established that they’re anything more than vandals, arsonists and thieves. But Trump keeps throwing it at us and at Biden as if it’s the boogeyman of social unrest. His problem is that he believes in wild bullshit like Obama and Biden bugging Trump Tower. And he thinks Hillary Clinton’s emails were full of classified documents that were easily hacked. After numerous investigations, it was found that she had done no wrong. James Comey let it leak immediately prior to the election that she was once again under investigation, but Trump never understood that it worked in his favor. He fired Comey.
The Mueller investigation turned into a clusterfuck. Sessions recused himself from the entire affair, and Trump never understood that that also worked in his favor; Sessions would have otherwise caused a lot of trouble for Trump. This was before Barr came along and changed all the rules at will.
Still, Trump drones on about all the plots against him, with conspiracy theories that boggle the mind of anyone who is sane. He still swears there’s a leftist-controlled deep state. He just won’t let it go.
IT AIN’T NO SECRET
Drinking Corona beer will not give you COVID-19.
5G towers Do not spread the coronavirus.
Wearing a mask has been, along with social distancing, shown to be effective in preventing the spread of the coronavirus. Nothing about the shutdown was a lie. It was the only way we knew to react in an emergency situation that involved life or death.
Wearing copper or ingesting silver won’t kill COVID-19.
Injecting a disinfectant into your bloodstream will likely end your covid fears as you’ll probably die in agony within a minute or two.
Taking advice from Donald Trump, Mike Pence, Rudy Giuliani or any Republican at this point proves those who listen are not in touch with reality.
We know why people fall for conspiracy theories. In the past, a few were proven true. The CIA really did give people LSD, for instance. But the psychological allure of lurid and contrived tales is all in the brain. Talking or writing about them is addictive. Therefore dopamine and other delicious neurotransmitters flood their receptors and it feels good.
It’s exactly like opium for the masses. That’s why everyone but people with extreme paranoia can’t leave them alone. The extreme paranoids? They’re scared. They just get off on scaring the shit out of others.
Memoirs of an American Asshole 